Haven't reported much on Iowa's Smallest Farm lately - because there has been so little to report. But at last, yesterday, I was able to harvest the bounty of the land:
The VINES are just fine, and I'm even seing blossoms, but by mid-August I should be picking about four QUARTS of beans a DAY, not four BEANS.
But at least I put something in the ground. Now that I have wheels, I may next year investigate rented plots.
Town is coming back to life as the dorms open up and the frats slash sororoties start rush. Lots of t-shirts and shorts, prompting a curmudgeonly rant.
(Exeption allowed for the pink Packer gear that's being sold for Deanna Favre's breast cancer fund. That's sanctioned and for a good cause so it's coool. But be sure to get the real thing, with a breast cancer ribbon, otherwise it's a knockoff and no $ goes to the fund.)
Enough ranting, time for my Geritol.